Mo Pianpian glared and said, "Miss, who are you calling? Don't you know these two words are insults nowadays? You're the 'miss,' your whole family are 'misses.'
Wang Xue was even more aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes but not falling, biting her lip with a look of stubborn endurance: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it."
"Acting all pitiful, who's buying it? I think you did it on purpose, who's the White Lotus act for? There aren't any men here, no one to play hero saving a damsel in distress." Mo Pianpian was sick of this kind of woman, "You cry at the drop of a hat, must be that tears cost nothing for you, with such a rich emotional life, why not join the showbiz, the Oscar for Best Actress would surely be yours."
Her mouth was wicked when it came to insults.
Yun Ya curled her lips, little sister Pianpian was really entertaining, the White Lotus's face was about to fall apart.
